[ His lips are soft, and there's the familiar candy apple-and-cosmetic taste of his lipstick. He must have renewed the coat, before coming over.
This kiss is less than chaste. This kiss isn't for the sake of anything but itself, and the two people it forms a live-wire point of connection between.
One hand, he's got firmly splayed on the bedspread, putting his weight on it while he puts his focus elsewheres. The other seizes firmly onto a fistful of Muffin's shirt, knuckles pressing into his chest. ]
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This kiss is less than chaste. This kiss isn't for the sake of anything but itself, and the two people it forms a live-wire point of connection between.
One hand, he's got firmly splayed on the bedspread, putting his weight on it while he puts his focus elsewheres. The other seizes firmly onto a fistful of Muffin's shirt, knuckles pressing into his chest. ]